She sat on the corner holding her knees…
Dry mascara stains on the street…
They always called her a tease…
She looks up and asks, “Wayne just love me”
She’s gone 3 years today…my sister Marie…
No one ever did love her, just me…
No one could, she decided to leave early…
Her headphones still hang over the mirror…
The one she sang into, wanting to be somebody…
Anybody, but who she was…
My sister Marie…
With a smile that broke your heart…
That hid hers…
That was my sister Marie, that couldn’t feel love…
Yet loved me.